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Life is short
But in that short time
I have learned to love
and I have learned to rhyme
so I ask if you ever feel alone
is it only one place
or is all the world your home?

thugmissus:

xemkgx:

do not fall in love with people like me.
i will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. i will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. and when i leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.

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iamcode:

mycaterpie:

twelfthcloctcr:

dustychica:

annyoung89:

Raise your hand if you have watched so much British television that is has actually changed your speech patterns.

I’ve not the slightest idea how you’ve come round to that idea.

Exactly. I haven’t the foggiest idea of how you’ve come to that conclusion.

What in the bloody hell are you blabbering on bout you twat?

Behold, people that have never been within 50 feet of anyone even remotely British.

deanwinchesterfairyprincess:

sir-hathaway:

legalmatter:

why does everyone always associate satan with heavy metal

for all we know satan could like smooth jazz

Why does everyone associate satan to look like some horned goat-typed devil when in reality he’s probably a handsome gentleman in a full body suit who tips his hat at men and women.

i believe you are describing mark pellegrino

koschei-the-ginger:

beardedboggan:

allthingshyper:

afternoonsnoozebutton:

A pastor in Seoul, South Korea has created a “baby box” for people so that people who would otherwise abandon or kill their newborns can leave them somewhere safe instead. The box has a light, a towel lining, and a bell rings as soon as a baby is placed in it so the pastor, his wife, or one of his staff can come and get it right away.

Lee Jong-rak started the box in 2009, and has welcomed all babies, often disabled or the children of single mothers, that have been placed in the box since. The babies are given a loving home, food, and shelter in his orphanage. Currently, an average of 17-18 babies are placed in the box every month. 

One mother who had considered poisoning her baby before she heard about the Baby Box left her baby in the box with a letter pinned to his clothing that read: 

‘My baby! Mom is so sorry.
I am so sorry to make this decision.
My son! I hope you to meet great parents,
And I am very very sorry.
I don’t deserve to say a word.
sorry, sorry, and I love you my son.
Mom loves you more than anything else.
I leave you here because I don’t know who your father is.
I used to think about something bad but I guess this box is safer for you.
That’s why I decided to leave you here.
My son, Please forgive me.’

- ‘A single mother’s tearful letter’

Lee Jong-rak is the subject of a documentary called “The Drop Box”, which I haven’t seen - but I can recommend this 13 minute Dateline video. You can find the Facebook page for the BabyBox here.

GIVE THIS MAN A FUCKING AWARD

Or even better than an award: more funding.

I’m so fucking glad we have these in our country

sterekmess:

sterekmess:

how fucked up is it that so many men associate periods and menstruation with women “acting shitty” towards them because of pms,when women are literally the ones who go through actual pain because of the whole thing? 

I mean, dude, this is so not about you. grow up and get over yourself.

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shhhhh dickwad, I’m a guy

hatteress:

agentotter:


#this is totally were!stiles being interrogated by the winchesters #and he is giving no answers and no fucks  (via crusingthroughreality)

HEADCANON ACCEPTED.
I really would love to see that crossover, repeatedly, in every possible position. Even if it would end in tears because let’s be real, everything the Winchesters touch ends in tears. Poor little shits.

"Look kid," Sam says. It’s the third time he’s tried the good cop routine and Dean can hear it wearing thin. "We know you had nothing to do with the murders. But we also know you’re not the only werewolf in town."
The kid tips his head and sucks on his lips, the total absence of fucks glaringly obvious. Dean is both frustrated as hell and grudgingly impressed because, hell, they’ve dealt with demons less sassy than this.
Sam sighs, and Dean has to cough into his hand to keep from laughing because that particular brand of exasperation is usually reserved for him. “Just be straight with us.”
For some reason, that’s hilarious. It takes a second before Dean remembers the dude they’d seen the kid with before they’d picked him up. Big, serial killer looking guy, sporting leather and a possessive hand on kid-snark’s back. Oh man.
Dean snorts and gives Sam patented ‘what? it’s funny' shoulders when it earns him a glare.
"Trust me, dude," the kid says. "I’m being as straight with you as…well, I was gonna say humanly possible but…”
A flash of canines has Sam rolling his eyes and sue him, Dean sorta wants to high-five the kid. You know you’ve been hunting for too long when you start rooting for your mark.
"You’re driving a stolen car," Sam says. "You’re carrying a fake ID. Every word out of your mouth so far has been bullshit-”
"Says the hunter posing as an FBI agent," the kid says, tapping a nonchalant beat on his water bottle.
Sam pulls out bitch-face number eleven. “Is anything about you real?”
The kid grins and bobs his head. “My boobs.”
Dean laughs so hard he almost pulls something.

hatteress:

agentotter:

#this is totally were!stiles being interrogated by the winchesters #and he is giving no answers and no fucks  (via crusingthroughreality)

HEADCANON ACCEPTED.

I really would love to see that crossover, repeatedly, in every possible position. Even if it would end in tears because let’s be real, everything the Winchesters touch ends in tears. Poor little shits.

"Look kid," Sam says. It’s the third time he’s tried the good cop routine and Dean can hear it wearing thin. "We know you had nothing to do with the murders. But we also know you’re not the only werewolf in town."

The kid tips his head and sucks on his lips, the total absence of fucks glaringly obvious. Dean is both frustrated as hell and grudgingly impressed because, hell, they’ve dealt with demons less sassy than this.

Sam sighs, and Dean has to cough into his hand to keep from laughing because that particular brand of exasperation is usually reserved for him. “Just be straight with us.”

For some reason, that’s hilarious. It takes a second before Dean remembers the dude they’d seen the kid with before they’d picked him up. Big, serial killer looking guy, sporting leather and a possessive hand on kid-snark’s back. Oh man.

Dean snorts and gives Sam patented ‘what? it’s funny' shoulders when it earns him a glare.

"Trust me, dude," the kid says. "I’m being as straight with you as…well, I was gonna say humanly possible but…”

A flash of canines has Sam rolling his eyes and sue him, Dean sorta wants to high-five the kid. You know you’ve been hunting for too long when you start rooting for your mark.

"You’re driving a stolen car," Sam says. "You’re carrying a fake ID. Every word out of your mouth so far has been bullshit-

"Says the hunter posing as an FBI agent," the kid says, tapping a nonchalant beat on his water bottle.

Sam pulls out bitch-face number eleven. “Is anything about you real?”

The kid grins and bobs his head. “My boobs.”

Dean laughs so hard he almost pulls something.

supernaturalclara:

So I was reading the driver’s manual and image

the Winchesters are screwed I mean how did they even pass the test

dean: i'm turning in for the night. goodnight, cas.
cas: goodnight, dean. love you.
dean: love you.
dean: *lies in bed*
dean:
dean:
dean:
dean: wait a second

mama-panther:

[cries but also keeps eyeliner intact]